A Vizsla and an English Setter walk into a dog park. The Setter immediately strikes a perfect point at a squirrel 50 yards away — statuesque, elegant, absolutely locked in. The Vizsla sprints past him, crashes through a hedge, runs three full laps around the park at maximum velocity, comes back, and sits directly on the Setter's head. The Setter, still pointing, doesn't move. Just mutters: "Some of us have *discipline*." The Vizsla, panting: "Yeah but I got *here* first."